Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June Days. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.